I don’t celebrate Thanksgiving. Instead, I use that time to reflect on the hundreds of years of Indigenous pain and strife and spend that time celebrating our strength and resistance as the true people of this land. That being said, as I was in Norman housesitting for a friend last week, I was invited to my brother’s house down the street for a wonderful meal catered by Sprouts, one of my favorite places for overpriced food.
I was expected to bring one thing, however: dessert. Instead of buying a pie someplace, as I’m sure I was expected to, I figured that, for the first time ever, I would attempt to make my first after-dinner delight from the Pioneer Woman Cooks cookbook that I’ve been tearing through this past couple of years, aiming for Patsy’s Blackberry Cobbler.
And while some people didn’t like it—as was completely expected—I personally was thoroughly surprised by it. Could I, through Ree Drummond’s teachings, be becoming a better cook?